Poppin Shit - SahBabii

Murda Town 39th, nigga

You want smoke, I’ll get right with ya

All my guns filled with cop killers

I’m still alive, my opps not killers (Opps not killers)

Okay, you a killer and I’m a killer (Hey)

But my knife bigger

Shoot up your party, I’m a night ender

Thought you was hangin' with killers

Now you got mice with you

Black you out, you need ice with ya

Catch a flight 'cause life’s bigger

What you think?

Ridin' in a pink Lamborghini with a mink on

Let that sink

Fuck around with me, I’ll close your eyes for good, you’ll never blink (Never

blink)

Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Yeah), bitch, we out here poppin' shit

First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit)

Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich)

If I have to, understand I’ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow)

Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)

Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)

Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)

Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh)

Couple niggas tried to play (Okay)

Eighth grade, first gun was a .38

I ain’t with that jumpin' shit (Shit), no way

Had the strap in the Jansport if a nigga ass tried to play, yeah

Turn his block to a waterpark

What you know?

We slidin' on that shit like it’s a waterpark

My bitch got that super soaker, I’m fuckin' on a waterfall

I’m fuckin' on a waterfall

These niggas Instagram chatty (Chatty)

If you niggas killers, why the fuck you still ain’t whack me?

(Whack me?)

Red dots on they face, look like that boy got acne (Acne)

These niggas too green, I might start robbin' rappers

Shooters up in Canada, I’m fucking with them Raptors

The way I’m shooting shit, could’ve been the number one draft pick (Draft)

My son playing basketball, I hope that he get drafted (Yeah)

Poppin' shit, poppin' shit (Poppin' shit), bitch, we out here poppin' shit (Ooh)

First day I got a gun, I was lookin' for my opps and shit (Opps and shit)

Ran up a check, now I call shots like I’m Popovich (Popovich)

If I have to, understand I’ma pop a bitch (Bow, bow, bow)

Grab the family bag, bitch, 'cause I want a lot of chips (Lot of it)

Hundred thousand in my britches, clips filled with hollow tips (Hollow tips)

Turn a nigga to a pack, I can make a lot of zips (A lot of zips)

Yeah, I can make a lot of zips (Ooh-ooh, yeah)